this story was inspired by a dream i had except the repulsive robert pattinson was in it so i decided to make it enjoyable and replace Rob with Marco. Marco is modeled after my favorite singer (Matthew Wentworth) of my favorite band (Our Last Night). So the band in this story is actually real but with a different name. If any of you readers like half-screamo/half-singing music then you should definitely check them out or even if you don't you still should 'cause are definitely kick ass :) A few more things, Troy is actually Trevor (the screamer from Our Last Night) and they are both brothers in real life and in the story. Morgan's really me and Jamie is actually one of my closest friends. if i remember anything esle i need to add i'll leave another note

Morgans point of view

"Nothing ever happens here," I complained as Jamie and I were on our weekly drive. We go around the county and read the newspapers in search of something that would occupy our already dull summer. And to prove my point on exactly how boring it is, we are almost done with our day long trip, and so far our fun scale is at its all time low. A - ∞ (negative infinity for those of you who don't know their sings). Can't get any lower than that so we might as well just throw in the limbo stick and call it a day,(ha get it 'cause the object of limbo is to get- oh never mind) figuratively speaking.

"No things happen, we're just not there when it does," Jamie said readjusting the newspaper.

"Really, name one thing," I demanded.

"Um… Okay remember last year we were down by the lake on the fourth of July? It was after the fireworks so mostly everyone had left and we decided to stay later? Then the next day on the news it talked about some kind of riot in downtown- about who knows what- that happened that night."

"I would hardly count that. Three people died that night. So, yea, not something I regret missing."

Jamie sighed, "You're so stubborn."

I took my eyes off the road and look at her. Smiling sweetly I said, "I love you too."

She looked up from her article and stuck her tongue out at me. I laughed as I turned on the radio.

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Twenty minutes later we were in my living room with the T.V. turned on and a bag of chips opened on the coffee table in front of us.

I got off the couch and walked to the kitchen. Over on the clipboard was two hundred dollars along with a note that my mom had left before her and Dad had left this morning for their vacation. The note said…

Hey sweetie,

Have a nice week and don't do something stupid while we're gone. That means no parties, no boys, no porn, and no going out after curfew. We will find out sooner or later. There is a 100 for food and a 100 for gas. Make it last.

Love,

Mom and Dad

I unclipped the two 100s and walked into the living room just as Jamie started dancing to We'll make it by our favorite post hardcore band All of Every One.

I grabbed the remote and clicked the power button. "Wanna go out for pizza?" I asked before Jamie could bitch me out.

"Definitely," she said ecstatically. I grabbed my keys to my 2001 army-green, Chevy Silverado, and went out the door with Jamie a few paces ahead.

"Where did your parents go anyway?" Jamie asked, getting in on the passengers side.

"On a cruise to the Caribbean," I said. As the car started up, the music blared. I turned it down and checked the time, 6:29.

"What about your brother?"

I thought about that one. "Actually I don't know what Brandon is doing. He said he was going to come down and visit soon." Brandon is my older brother. He goes to college about an hour away but has been planning on coming down this summer.

Jamie was rummaging through my glove box full of CDs and squealed with joy, pulling out a CD case still sealed in its plastic wrapping. It was All of Every One's latest CD. In my opinion they were, without a doubt, one of the all time best bands.

"You got their new CD?" Jamie asked, probably shocked that I haven't even opened it yet. I'm mulling over that too. It's a wonder.

"Yeah and their new song Measure the Distance is on it." More squeals came from the passenger's side, followed by the crumpling of plastic. Jamie put in the CD and cranked it up to maximum volume. We started singing- well actually it more closely sounded like screaming- the lyrics.

God, what I would do to be in the grateful presence of Marco Wells (lead singer). Imagine what it's like to be him…